CHAPTER 21

"Brown-haired Beauty in Bed"

Only a day after, and I was released from the hospital. Ít was in the middle of the weekend when I came back to the apartment, so I pretty much decided to lock myself up and drink lots of alchohol. I told myself 'Hey, I should just swim in my own self pity for now, and then pull myself together on monday', so that kinda just became the plan.

Well, the original plan … Horribly enough, that wasn't really how it all went down.

It was a normal saturday evening when I had brought up the liquor from the cabinet under the sink. I didn't really see the point in starting off with anything light, since the mission was to just get drunk, so there was no beer or anything to mix it with. It just couldn't get any more simple.

I ended up deciding that red wine was the best to go with, so I popped open the cheapest bottle and poured it into the glass. I was alone in my so-called home, and since I wasn't a sucker for television – unless I was snuggling up against Eren – I decided to pull a chair over to the large window and stare at the view while filling my empty stomach with the red substance. I was to be considered a lightweight because of the small amount of fat on my body, so it wasn't really hard to get wasted. Already after about 2-3 glasses I was slouching over the armchair, feeling groggy and seeing black dots.

"Oi!" I yelled out as I turned around, completely sure that I had heard a sound. "Come in!"

I pressed my lips against each other as I waited for the door to open, but it never did. Hadn't there been a sound? No?

Then … Why not? Why wasn't anybody trying to get in? Why wasn't Eren trying to get in?

I needed someone to get in. My body was getting tense as I remembered how much I missed actual physical contact with another person. Preferably Eren, of course.

"Ereeeeeen," I dragged out his name in a despairing voice, crying out for the one person that I wanted to see. And the last person that would actually come.

No, that wasn't right. That couldn't be true. He just needed a little … Motivation … Right?

Yep, that definitely sounded like a good idea. I would give him a gentle push in the right direction. Surely he would come, if I said that I wanted to see him … He always came before … Why wouldn't he come now?

My muddled brain couldn't comprehend the fact that Eren didn't love me anymore. I denied it and refused to think about it. There was no way that I could actually accept the fact that I had been rejected, when I had just realised that I wanted him back.

"Fuck," I groaned as I tried pulling my phone out of my tight pants. It feel it the floor, and as drunk as I was, I didn't think twice about diving headfirst onto the floor to follow the poor thing.

"Ngghhhh," I grunted as I tried blinking to remove several of the black dots from my vision that had occurred, before giving up. I squinted my eyes as I tried remembering the code that would unlock the phone. If it wasn't because I had been very lucky to press the right buttons, I would probably have been struggling with it for several minutes.

I went to my contact list, and I didn't have to scroll down for long, before getting to Erens name that was right in between Hanji's and Erwin's names. Squinting my eyes even more so that I was able to press the right name, I quickly pressed it up against my ear, waiting for it to be picked up on the other end.

Click.

"Ereeeeen," I whined into the phone, placing my forehead against the cold floor and closing my eyes. "Why don't you wooooove meeeee?" I made a loud groaning sound before continuing, not even giving him a chance to answer. "Pwease come over, we need tho thalk … Eren, pwease,"

"Eh … Levi, are you drunk?"

"No!" I quickly retorted, not even noticing that something sounded odd.

"Alright, I'm coming over. Your door better not be locked,"

I had opened my mouth to answer, but the phonecall had already been ended, and I was left alone again.

Well, not for very long.

HE WAS COMING!

I grabbed the chair as I forced myself up into a somehow standing position – even though my knees were shaking pretty badly – and tried to hold myself steady. He was coming and I was going to convince him to take me back, and he would accept, and we would have great make up sex in the bedroom.

That was the new plan. And what a glorious plan that was, indeed.

I just had to wait a little bit … How long did it take for him to drive over here? Could … Could he even drive yet? I didn't remember. I raised my hands to start counting on my fingers to help the process of figuring out how many minutes it would take him to arrive.

1 … 2 … 7 … 8 … Oh fuck, I ran out of fingers.

I walked over to the door, sitting down 3 metres away from it in a crossed-legged position, and then crossing my arms as well. My eyes were staring the door down as if I was having a blinking contest with it, and I fought with all my might to keep my eyes open as … as I … kept on … waiting … Eren ...

The hangover rushed over me as soon as I woke up, not even giving me a decent chance. I groaned in horror over the fact that I had actually been so stupid as to get wasted and be a crybaby. Since when did I do that? When had it been acceptable for me to sink to that level?

As I removed the sleep from my eyes, I was reminded of the answer.

Because of Eren, of course.

I was lying in bed and he lying right by my side, having his back turned to me so that I could only spot the top of his head. Even though the rest of his body was covered by the duvet, I could still see how he was breathing soundly, probably still asleep.

Why was he here? I didn't remember him coming into my home … I didn't even know the reason why he was here. Placing the palm of my hand on my temple, trying to remember what the hell had happened last night. I had been fumbling with my phone … Calling … Eren? And then waiting for him to arrive, I had fallen asleep, the alcohol finally overpowering my consciousness.

But he had come to me, and that was all that mattered. Did that mean that he still cared about me in some way?

I could feel all my hopes bubble up in my stomach, leaving me feeling ready to tackle whatever obstacle that would be in my way to get to him. Even the fact that he was still here, instead of just going home right away again … He took care of me. I still held some kind of value to him.

I reached out to slide my fingers through his hair, when I noticed something rather … Odd. When had his hair grown this much? It wasn't possible … Who the fuck …

"YOU DEEPSHIT! YOU DISGRACE!" My foot kicked out, and then a loud badump was heard on the floor, followed by an even louder groan.

"What was that for, Hotshot?" A woman voice called out in protest, and soon after I could see two arms reach up and grab a hold of the madras, pulling the rest of the upper body up. The reflection of the glasses went right into my eyes, making me squint and grunt in annoyance.

"Piece of shit, tch!" I just answered, making a grimace.

"That's not really the way to talk to the person who helped you, now is it?"
I threw a fluffy, white pillow after her, which hit her in the face. The lack of force did nothing to her, and she just ended up chuckling loudly.

"Hotshot, stop being so immature. You should be thanking me, seriously?"

"Why are you here, Shitty Glasses?"

"Because you called me, duuuh!" She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, making a rather annoying sound. I lifted my head to look her in the eyes with the meanest gaze I could possibly create. To my annoyance, she didn't even flinch. It had probably something to do with my morning hair and sleepy eyes.

"I. Did. Not. Fucking. Call. You." I spat out slowly, raising an eyebrow at her. She did the exact same face expression, probably in an attempt to mock me.

"Yes. You. Did."

"Don't fucking mock me and tell me what the hell is going on,"

"Well, I'm guessing that you were probably trying to call Eren, because you were crying into the phone, telling me to love you, and to come over so that we could talk. You sounded really out of it, so I decided to come anyways so that you wouldn't do anything stupid. You were sleeping on the floor when I arrived,"

I facepalmed myself after hearing this, the embarassment flooding over me. Somehow, I was now glad that it had been Hanji I had called, because if I had called Eren, and started to say such embarassing stuff to him … It would be rather uncomfortable and awkward next time meeting him, to say the least.

"So … Are we good?" Hanji asked hesistantly, as she slowly stood up, ready to dodge anything that I might throw after her.

"Yeah, whatever." I just grunted, removing the hand from me face with a loud sigh. Hanji looked at me with an intrigued expression, as she sat down beside me again.

"So … What's up, buttercup?"

I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes with a raised eyebrow, not bothering myself with turning my whole head to look properly at her.

"Well, you know … Since you got drunk, you know, alone."

Great. I knew that once Hanji got interested in something, she wouldn't let it go before she knew everything. She could be a real pain in the ass when she wanted to, and I was still suffering from my hangover, clearly making me an unfit candidate for trying to resist her.

"Well … " I exhaled slowly, knowing that what I was about to say, would probably be a long rant. At least I knew that I could trust Hanji with this. She didn't call herself my best friend for nothing. And even though I had sworn never to give her the satisfaction of actually saying those words to her, I still thought the same.

"Well, after I started working at the police station, Eren started working there as well, and – "
"Wait, what?Why was Eren working there? Isn't he just a college student?"

"Um … " I bit my lip, trying to come up with some sort of excuse. I didn't want to reveal his ability to Hanji, since I still felt like I owed him not to tell anybody. "That's … That's irrelevant to this story,"

Hanji raised an eyebrow, but said no more, letting me continue on.

"So we were working on the same case, and I got hurt. So I ended up in the hospital, and – "

"Wait a minute, what?! Why wasn't I noticed? Why didn't you call me? I'm your best friend!"

"Calm your tits, Shitty Glasses, I wasn't that much hurt. And I'm fine now, so it doesn't matter,"

"Hmf!" She crossed her arms, and I could hear her mumble something that I wasn't able to understand fully.

"So, back to the story. I was in the hospital, and Eren was there as well. And I might have said to him that I wanted him back, and … He rejected me,"

"Wait, whaaaaaa - " Hanji's eyes widened as she stared at me in shock. "The great Levi Ackerman actually opened his heart up, and was shot down? Ooouuuuucchhhh!"

I sent her a death glare.

"I said. Dont. Fucking. Mock. Me."

"Me-fucking-mo-me," She imitated me childishly, sticking out her tongue to let me now that I couldn't actually scare her.

"Brat," I rolled my heart, before sighing again, not having the energy to be too pissed at her. "Anyways, that's why I got drunk alone yesterday. I guess I just wanted to forget about him for a little while … "

"Well, You definitely failed miserably at that!" She said with a low giggle, muffled by the hand that she had covered her mouth with. "I'm sorry, I'm sorrry … I guess I would have done the same thing, if the person I loved didn't love me back anymore. That must suck,"

I nodded slowly, not feeling it necessary to use words to agree with her.

Yes, it felt sucky as hell.

"The worst part of it all, was that I didn't even know that I felt this way, before now … I was perfectly fine before, but then suddenly our lives got all mixed up again, and … And … "

"And you realised that it was a mistake breaking up with him?" She asked, tilting her head to look at me with a thoughtful look. Again, I nodded slowly.

"I definitely missed him … I still don't know if I regret breaking up with him, but I definitely know that I still love him … And that sucks, because I understand now that while I was trying to supress all of my stupid feelings, he actually got through them, and got over me,"

"So he doesn't love you anymore? Are you sure about that?"

It took some time to think about it, but in the end I still nodded my head for the third time. Remembering how he had looked at me, how he had said those words … No, there was no chance that he had been lying. He had seemed so sure of him self, so confident in his own words.

He really had gotten over me.

"Yes, I'm sure. He doesn't love me anymore,"

"Well … Maybe, maybe not. But the truth is, that he has already had those kind of feelings for you before … So who says that you can't make those kind of feelings re-occur once more?"

Was she actually … Encouraging me? To fight for what I wanted?

I bit my lip, as I considered it.

"So … You're saying that I should fight for him?"

"Hell yeah, you should fight! Don't give up just yet, Levi. I have a feeling that you'll succeed in the end!"

She sent me a wide smile that I couldn't help but to copy onto my own face – smaller though, but it was still there.

Don't worry, Eren.

Somehow … Somehow, I'll win your heart back.

That's a promise.

Sentence of the Day: "Tell Mama Hanji aaaaaaaall about it."

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